Friday, May 27, 2011

touch: my love language?

I've always thought that touch was one of my love languages and though I still do I'm beginning to rethink it as the last few days I have felt overly touched by a certain 2 year old. Don't get me wrong, I love the boy and I love when he wants to come and snuggle next to me but after hours upon hours of pulling on my arm anytime I sit down and the constant running and jumping into me, I've begun to feel that my touch quota has been far over reached. Anyone else ever feel this way? Although, I must admit I would love it if my husband came home early tonight and decided he wanted to give me a good foot rub (on my hugely swollen feet and ankles).

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Washing Clothes

So today I went to throw a rug (of which I dropped a gallon of milk on yesterday) in the wash. Usually the first thing I do when I am about to do a load of laundry is set the settings and turn the water on, today was no different. After I cranked the knob to extra small and turned on the water I opened the washer only to find a large load of Brett's work jeans. Hmmmm...I don't remember putting those in there? Realizing that my dear husband was throwing me a little hint that he needed his jeans washed I changed the settings for a large load and now he will come home to clean work jeans. There really is nothing further to add to this story except that I found it to be a bit funny. He still makes me laugh :)